OK couple of things, this has been sitting on my phone for most of the week, I've had internet and no laptop to post it so sorry for the wait, also I had no intention of having Olivia pregnant in this fic it just kinda happened that way. Hope you enjoy this as it is the second last chapter I think!

Chapter 18 – Miracle

"Pulling and tugging isn't going to get you anywhere Peter. You might as well forget about it." As Tayla laughed a gust of wind whipped through the ceased crypt.

"Well, well, well. She is finally dead." the figure behind Tayla rose his head to the ceiling for a moment, closing his eyes. "ah! Mammon won't be pleased, but oh well. Now what do we have here" the figure came closer to Tayla's side. Peter took a moment to observe him through blurry eyes.

He stood no taller than Peter himself. Short blond hair soaked in blood atop his head, get black eyes, with no signs of an iris. Peter knew he was in trouble. He has seen enough movies to know that wasn't a good thing. The man, who he could assume with great success with Samael, stepped bare foot over Olivia's body. She really was dead...

Sucking in a painful breath Peter tried to stop a tear from falling, unsuccessfully. "oh Peter, why so sad...you're going to see her soon..." Tayla leaned in closer to his ear, "...sooner than you think."

Samael leaped unto the stone table, essentially straddling Peters hips. Crouching over him, Samael leaned over an inch away from Peters face, smiling down at him he spoke, "You must be the father! I wouldn't be too upset if I was you. She died to save me." Peter's head snapped to attention at his words. The father? What was he talking about?

Peter's confusion must have shown on his face because Samael just laughed at him, "Obviously you didn't know but your little halfbreed over there is pregnant. Ha ha, sorry I mean was pregnant and because of that little mistake that came from your one night of unfaithfulness I am here but until I bleed you, I will not be able to stay here. So…" Samael's bare foot ran up the inside of Peter's leg, stopping at his thigh, his long fingers reached inside the wounds on Peter's chest, bringing a high pitched cry and a bloodied finger. Bringing the finger to his mouth Samael laughed, "mm, yummy!" Jumping off of Peter, Samael made his way over to Tayla who was waiting silently to the side.

Peter turned his head back to where he knew Olivia was laying. A tear slipped down his cheek, not only because she was still laying there, lifeless but to know that she was pregnant, it hurt him to know that was lost now. "Livia." It was barely a whisper, his eyes never leaving her open, cold and dead ones. All he wished he could do was have her in his arms as she died, that way she would know she was loved.

He pulled on the restrains again hoping that maybe this time they would budge. "Livia." He cried once more when nothing happened. "Oh, Peter. Do you think that maybe you could be a dear and give me your wrist…I need to make sure we have enough blood for…" Tayla's voice slowed to a halt and Peter looked around. It was as if they were in slow motion coming to a stop, and that what they did. Tayla and Samael seemed suspended in motion, Peter turned his head to see if Olivia was still dead but he sadly found her laying on her side once more.

The feel of a warm hand found it's way to Olivia's cheek, and it called her attention. She watched as Peter struggled to free himself from the binds and how he shed a tear every time he looked down at her body.

"You shouldn't be here Olive." A warm female voice came from behind her and Olivia didn't even have to turn to see who it was. Smiling and allowing her eyes to close, Olivia simply crossed her arms over her chest, the gaping wound between her breasts invisible. "Yea I know but what can you do huh?"

"No, you don't belong here anymore Olive. Go back to him and make sure you don't die again. At this moment the balance is off and this is your chance, go and save him, send Samael back to where he belongs. Hurry!" A small push sent Olivia straight back to where her body was laying. Coughing profusely Olivia tried to get her breath back before standing.

Looking around she was able to gradually get her barrings back. Looking she found Peter staring down at her, tears in his eyes although trying not to fall. His mouth was frozen in motion, half open as to say something, staring down at her, shocked to suddenly see her awake.

"Peter." Olivia smiled up at him as she rose from her position on the floor, she reached out to touch his cheek and as soon as she did, the rest of the world came crashing back. Tayla and Samael both resumed their movements, Peter focused on where Olivia was, now having disappeared. From the shadows he could see her hiding, waiting for the right time to come.

"Come now! Lets get this over with!" Samael, seemingly ignorant to the fact that Olivia had up and left the spot she was supposed to have died on, came to stand next to Peter's side. Bringing up the black candle that had sat next to the sink, he lit it, allowing the flame to turn black before speaking.

"Habitum mihi hic huic universitas. permissum suus cruor run , servo mihi humus (Hold me here in this world. Let his blood run, keeping me here.)" Samael placed the candle down on the stone table next to Peter and brought his hand, where he had produced a knife, above his head, "Enjoy Hell." As he plunged the knife towards Peter's stomach, Olivia had taken the opportunity to make herself known.

Coming out from behind the stone wall, Tayla cried out as if in pain, shrinking away towards the wall, scared for her life. With the knife almost in Peter's stomach, Samael turned to see Olivia coming towards him, her own knife in hand.

He laughed, "Oliviaman, you should know better then that. Only an archangel sword can kill me, and last time I checked you were nothing but a witch." He took a step to the side, so he was facing her. "Come on, this will be easy. I should have known they would have sent you back here looking for vengeance." Raising the knife he held in his hand, Samael made a break for Olivia but as he came to meet her, she met his thrust with one of her own.

In her hand she held a simple, silver short sword. No engraving on it or notable information. "This is a gift from a friend. He said to use it wisely." Meeting Samael's thrusts once more, Olivia made sure that no matter what he did, he wasn't going to get back to Peter. As they danced around each other, thrusting and connecting, they were able to make their way to Peter's side where Olivia effectively broke the chains around his arms as she went to block an attack from Samael.

As they continued, Tayla noticed that Peter was being freed but was not fast enough to stop him from undoing his restraints on his legs. As he undid the last of it, Tayla tackled Peter to the ground. Slamming his body against the dusty ground once more. "I am going to kill you love. Once and for all." Her voice echoed through his head, a whisper so close to his ear that he could smell her breath.

Turning his head towards her, he spat whatever blood had poured into his mouth. His chest wounds, seeping more blood every time he moved. Peter didn't know where he got the strength to move he just did. Kicking her off his body, Peter was able to grab for one of the instruments that was on the sink behind him but as she made a break for him, he was able to puncture her in the throat.

Letting out a blood curdling scream, Tayla's body began to shake, pouring light from both her eyes and her mouth. "It's silver!" Olivia's voice came from behind them and Peter decided it was time to end it. Forcing the object further into Tayla's jaw, Peter was blown backwards by the force of the explosion. Knocking him unconscious.